We must prepare for the coming of Gozer

My unborn child has a derby name already: "Gozer the Destructor".

I actually chose that name for myself, and was briefly registered under that name, but later decided that the reference was a bit too obsuse for the general public, and I wasn't sure how I felt about being called "Gozer" on a regular basis.

For anyone still not in on the joke:

"Gozer the Traveller; he will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldronaii, the Traveller came as a large and moving Torb. Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrex Supplicants, they chose a new form for him -- that of a Giant Sloar! Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar that day I can tell you!"

In my warped little mind, I thought it would be very funny for Gozer to take on the form of a badass roller derby girl.

Just a few weeks after taking on a new name, I found myself several weeks pregnant, and it was decided that this upcoming baby indeed WAS "Gozer the Destructor", in that he/she destroyed my derby season.

Anyway, Gozer attended his/her third in-utero bout this weekend, and is making quite the bulgy appearance as I do my damnest to get one of my gals ready to get back out onto the floor and knock some bitches down.

Compare that to how I looked on March 24th, the day I found out about Gozer's imminent arrival. (I'm in the red shirt, showing off a flat belly).

ANYWAY - only 7 weeks to go! I am (sadly) done volunteering for my derby league's bout production committee so I can concentrate on getting things squared away at home and at work before baby arrives. So much to do, so little time . . . but I keep reminding myself that I'm a box of preemie diapers away from "just fine" if baby decides to make an early appearance.

'cause I need to watch a happy dance . . .

I sincerely hope you've seen this video before - I find it's a great help when I'm in a funky mood.

horomonal much?

Saturday afternoon - I was happily chatting away while on a van ride, describing my relationship with my dog Suki: "I think one of the reasons [Mr. Hubby] and I are so crazy about Suki is that she seems to be a good representation of our collective personality: slightly spazzy, incredibly optimistic, moderately well behaved, and fun to be around".

I still consider that to be true, but the flip side is that I can nosedive into anxious funks then have trouble climbing back up. I get frustrated, impatient, demanding, and am likely to hand out pot-meets-kettle criticism, then follow that up by feeling rotten for handing out criticism.

Sunday afternoon - I got pretty snitty with some of my roller derby bout production committee pals via email; it was simply a matter of me being out of an information loop, but since I was missing that particular bit of information (no Betti, the sky is NOT falling) things got mighty ugly in the land-o-Betti.

Since I can't skate, I take my role in derby production (perhaps too) seriously. I thought that my lack of action/attention had allowed for a big problem to develop, and since I had previously failed at my feeble attempt to drop out of my production position, I rapidly fell into "Crap! I KNEW this was going to happen, I can't keep up with everything!!" mode. That turned into "the bout will suck and it's my fault" which turned into blind panic, (oh so not fun, especially while 7 months pregnant) which turned into anger, which turned in nervous exhasuted wreck who sleeps badly and dreams of spreadsheets and pre-bout setup gone wrong.

Mr. Hubby has seen me fall into this mode many times before, and responded by turning off a football game and fixing me meatloaf - I've known for him 8 years now, and he still makes me swoon. Without Mr. Hubby's intervention, I'm sure I would have been much more anxious for a longer period of time.

Lucky for me I don't have the attention span (or energy) to stay angry about anything for very long. Especially because there is no problem to solve, I'm feeling much better. I kind of feel like a little kid who has become completely exhasuted by throwing a temper tantrum. I think I'm a nap away from just fine, and when this upcoming derby bout turns out to be a raging success I'll be back to Suki mode.

Derby Fever!

So I'm supposed to be working on my birth plan right now, my "Childbirth and Parenting Education" binder is across my lap, I've got food and water within arms reach, and all I can think about is DERBY. I have not been on wheels since FEBRUARY, people!

My gals' second home bout is next Saturday, and I did a piss-poor job of stepping down as volunteer coordinator, so I've been busy busy busy - I'm also studying for my childbirth class, overhauling my neglected home filing system, altering the space-time continuum, and doing massive amounts of data (re)entry thanks-very-little, stupid hard drive crash!

Peh . . . . I'll quit whining . . .

THE POINT of this post is to direct you to this website, which currently boasts some photos of my beee-yuuu-ti-ful teammates.

I can't believe how far we've come since the beginning of 2007!

Whoa . . . resuming whining - I don't know that "teammate" is the proper noun to use since I have not been a skating member of the team for quite some time now. Gah! Identity crisis!! To be made much worse by the fact that I certainly CAN NOT fit into my old derby clothes; what the hell will I wear to next Saturday's bout?